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Helen instinctively pushed her pelvis closer to his face. His fingers curled into her waist almost painfully. Not in an unpleasant way, but just like that bite in a way that was between pain and pleasure.

Helen moaned and dropped her skirts, plunging her fingers into his hair.

He made a sound of approval as he enthusiastically licked at her center. His lips, his tongue, and the prickly traces of his evening beard all moved and swirled, creating feelings Helen could never describe.

One of her hands went up to hold onto the pillar, her fingers curling into the cold marble. The fingers of her other hand plunged into the silky strands of his hair. She moved her leg that was propped up on his shoulder, tracing her heel against his muscled back.

All their motions were like waves, stirring and crashing against each other, swallowing and twirling in a never-ending dance.

He circled his lips over her swollen nub and licked gently. And one more time. Then he pressed the tongue just below it and sucked hard.

Helen’s head dropped back, she looked at the sky just above their heads, and she swore she could see the stars.

She tensed, her body pulsing from one wave of bliss after another as Ian refused to stop working his tongue over her most sensitive place.

She cried out and it was as if she was floating. As if she’d left her hard body, all her aches and worries forgotten. It was just her and Ian’s arms that anchored her to this reality.

She opened her eyes, her breaths coming in huge gulps. She was still looking at the sky, only the stars were obscured by clouds or fog or both.

She blinked a couple of times before lowering her gaze to Ian’s.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze not leaving hers, then he licked his lips. “Delicious,” he croaked. “More delicious than cherries.”

Helen’s body flushed hot again, and she was ready for the earth to swallow her whole from embarrassment.

Instead, Ian stood carefully, took her face between his palms, and lowered his face. He was going to kiss her, Helen thought in panic. But as his mouth came dangerously close to hers, he took her lower lip between his teeth and bit it. “You’ll beg me to kiss you,” he promised, fire dancing in his eyes. Then he took her by the waist and turned her around, pressing her chest and face against the cool pillar.

Helen held onto it with both hands as he raised her skirts.

The next thing she knew, his cock pressed hard at her center. “I promised not to be gentle,” he whispered against her ear and slapped her rear.

Helen squeaked, the burning heat only heightening her senses. Then in one quick thrust, he drove his cock inside her heat.

Chapter 16

Sweet lord, have mercy.

Every muscle in Ian’s body tensed as he entered Helen’s heat. He had to pause and close his eyes, divert his thoughts from their beautiful act otherwise it would end right then and there.

The taste of her sweet nectar was still on his lips, her scent in his lungs, and now he was surrounded by her warmth. He withdrew a little and heard the sound of her needy whimper.

God, this woman would drive him insane.

He held her by her hips, his fingertips biting into her flesh as he drove back into her.

She cried out again.

It was as if she was testing him. As if she were thinking, How many more erotic noises can I make before he breaks?

The answer was not many.

As it was, he was at the end of the tether.

He withdrew and drove into her again and again, and with every thrust, something within him melted and burned. She chipped away at his defenses one little moan at a time, one little movement.

“Ian, please,” she begged.

And Ian was ready to lay down his life as long as she got what she begged for. He snaked his arm around her and traced his middle finger down her center, grazing her swollen nub and splitting the seams of her feminine lips. He drove into her again, grinding his hand against her most sensitive spots at the same time.